From the window of my little soul I looked cautiously ... I saw my eyes staring in a cloud of gray. I thought that as in my everyday life, gray is my day. I thought about the path that has passed. For the waterfalls that wanted to knit it. I thought she was strong and excited by her own beauty. Clouds did not pass. It stays above us over the motto of the window blue. And it's an hour ago. Get your grief infinite. She poured it as if she were in the evening. Stand up. She smiled at the ground, changed her color into a new one. Withdraw it to the unborn color. Left. We were left alone. Now the child stared, but the cloud was no longer gray.
